The S.S. SereniTree's Homecoming
POSTED BY: thatweirdgirl
UPDATED: Wednesday, June 1, 2005 23:44
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Gorram double post.
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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*twg and Cozen, inside the clubhouse, hear glass crunch outside the door. They stand back to back, his left hand in her right hand, terrified of the danger that is about to beset them.*
Cozen, I just want you to know that you are a great guy. You’re always the first one to help me when something’s amiss. Thanks. You’ve been good to me since you joined our crew and while I have yet to be kidnapped, I have enjoyed your company.
*twg takes a deep breath and focuses…two disfigured forms swagger into the clubhouse foyer…she knows her confusion powers will not work on these creatures so she hopes they take the bait…*
Cozen, hon, don’t say a word. Just agree when I say to agree. We’re gonna try to convince them we are too valuable, ‘intelligent’, to harm. Okay?
*she takes one more deep breath and clears her mind…*
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Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
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A shout comes from the entrance of the clubhouse. "Hello? Is this a good time to ask....about..." The creatures look behind them at the source of the voice. A Young Man stands there with a Katana strapped to his back and a shocked look on his face. "Damn! You guys are 3 different kinds of ugly aren't ya?" Both monsters charge at him. In one fluid motion the young man spins at the last moment to the left, drawing his weapon, and slashes at the legs of one of the creatures.
The creature howls and falls to the floor. The other creature charges again. "Well, Let's hope your Heart is in the right place." The swordsman mumbles and lunges at the creature. The Katana strikes home and the creature crumples to the floor. Calmly, the swordsman removes his katana from the chest of the recently fallen creature and finishes the one grasping it's legs.
Flinging the blood from his blade, the swordsman looks to the couple in the room and says, "Hiya, My name's Jazaf."
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Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with till you
understand who's in rutting command here.
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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
Just agree when I say to agree. We’re gonna try to convince them we are too valuable, ‘intelligent’, to harm. Okay?
*she takes one more deep breath and clears her mind…*
*cozen tightens his grip on twg's right hand, to the point where knuckles whiten, cartiledge crunches. Swears to remain silent, all the better to concentrate on thatweirdvibe which seems their only hope for salvation....*
*...until Jazaf bursts into the clubhouse, all swaying katanalike!*
(Mental telepathically): Hope he's a) got good peripheral vision, and, b) keeps that blade still when the confusion spell hits him, too.
*begins feeling oddly intelligent, in a very valuable way.*
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This could get all manner of confusing....
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*twg uses her best matter-of-fact voice*…As I was saying, the artificial intelligence will need to understand time. Time? You ask. Yes. You see it will need to perceive when two events occur at the same time, when events are identical or opposite-symmetrical…etc. The AI must have a feel for time as a quantity and time as a trajectory…
*twg stops her rambling about the trials of AI development to gaze, open mouthed at the new comer*
Impressive.
I’m ThatWeirdGril and this is Cozen. WE are trying to take back this shack, our former clubhouse, from these things. You’re welcome to join us. You obviously have some skill with a blade.
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Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
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* Sitting in his control station on the Bridge of the Sereni-Tree, TheRealMe is concerned as he quickly takes in the information from the damage control readings. *
Where did THESE guys come from? Why didn’t our sensors pick them up? What are they doing to the ship?
Computer! Sound Red Alert!
Red Alert acknowledged.
* All around the Sereni-Tree, red lights start flashing. *
Hmmmm… This is rather serious!
Jet! Are you still down below in the engine room? TheGreyJedi has several different spacedrives down there! Surely you can get ONE of them working! Jet? Jet?
* There is no response from Bride4. TheRealMe becomes more concerned. Has Main Engineering been over-run? *
Computer, isolate all ship controls to the Bridge. Then connect me to the ship-wide com!
Acknowledged. Control functions isolated. Communication link opened.
Listen, everyone! We are currently under attack! All available hands need to move to repel boarders!
* TheRealMe engages the heads-up display of the grappler arm controls. He is surrounded by a holographic view of the outside of the Sereni-tree. Still attached to the grappler arm controls, TheRealMe starts waving his arms about. *
Now, let’s see if this will work…
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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* Down below, a small form curled into a ball launches itself past PsychicRiver and straight out the Sereni-Tree’s auxiliary airlock hatch into open air, trailing a rope behind. Suddenly, the rope pulls taut. At the far end of the rope, Cozen’s River-clone keeps her grip and straightens her body to its full length. She seems to dangle there for the briefest moment as gravity takes over. River-clone adopts a blissful smile as she begins her swing down and toward the ship’s hull. *
Wheeee!
* As River-clone reaches the bottom of her swing, she impacts one of the enemy in the small of his back with her combat boots. This target crumples, falling on top of the wounded SoulOfSerenity. She remarks, conversationally, to CallMeSerenity: *
A pendulum was used by Galileo to measure the velocity of falling objects.
* River-clone does a back-flip, lands on her feet, crouching, and jabs her left elbow back into the gut of another foe. He also falls to the ground. Another enemy grabs her by her right arm and yanks. River-clone laughs: *
Let’s dance!
* Using the momentum imparted by her foe, River-clone falls to the ground and spins, supported by her left arm. As she whirls about, her right arm and both feet lash out to impact her new opponent in various tender locations. He goes down, too. River-clone somersaults to her feet, arms stretched out wide and gazing at the sky: *
No power in the ‘verse can stop me!
* But then three opponents train their weapons on River-clone, CallMeSerenity, and SoulOfSerenity. One fires a warning shot near River-clone’s feet, which breaks her out of her reverie. She slowly turns toward them, and seems surprised, as if noticing them for the first time. *
* With evil grins, the trio approachs in a tight group, weapons ready. River-clone smiles back at them and tenses her body, ready to leap forward. *
* At that moment, the palm of a gigantic mechanical hand descends to squash the three flat! *
* TheRealMe’s voice can be heard over the Sereni-Tree’s external speakers: *
Get Soul back on board the ship! I'll wait for you! I have an idea how we can move Sereni-Tree without the engines!
* Under TheRealMe’s control, the pair of giant grappler arms on the outside of the Sereni-Tree begins to swat away members of the enemy force and pluck them off the ship’s surface. *
*River-clone turns to CallMeSerenity, frowning: *
Human beings are bi-laterally symmetrical bipeds. No wings allowed.
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* In his control station on the Bridge, still connected to the Sereni-Tree’s external grappler arms, TheRealMe tenses his own arms and points them fist-down on either side of him. *
* Outside, both of the ship’s grappler arms seem to punch straight down into the ground. With some straining of servo motors, the entire Sereni-Tree rises into the air, supported by these mechanical arms. The ship remains poised for a moment, then seems to lean forward. One by one, the grappler arms move to catch the structure before it topples. Very clumsily, the Sereni-Tree is walking toward the original Clubhouse. *
* TheRealMe struggles as he continues with this awkward maneuver. *
Huh. I bet we look like a drunken chicken.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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* The Sereni-Tree lurches around him as TheRealMe uses the grappler arms to move the ship. He glances at the growing number of red indicators on his control panel. Clearly, the grappler arms were not meant to handle this sort of strain! *
* Suddenly, Jet enters the Bridge. She is in some distress. *
Jet: RealMe! We have problems! Ship’s been boarded. They might have taken over Engineering by now!
TRM: I’ve seen. Say, Jet, you know how to work these grappler arms, don’t you? Well, I’m trying to use them to walk the Sereni-Tree over to the old clubhouse. We’ve got to help Cozen and ThatWeirdGirl, who are trapped inside. But I’ve got some things to do right now. Get into the control station next to me and take over.
* Jet hops into the indicated control station and activates the controls. Plastic and metal gauntlets descend from the ceiling to her, and she puts her arms into them. *
TRM: Jet, have our enemies taken the Common Room, yet?
Jet: Not when I passed through, but that’s been a little while.
* With a little coaching, TheRealMe shows Jet how to “walk” the Sereni-Tree using the grappler arms. *
TRM: Okay, you’re doing fine. Just get us next to the old clubhouse, up on top of that hill.
Jet: Right!
TRM: Oh, Jet, I'm glad you're okay.
* TheRealMe turns to Ebonezer. *
TRM: Ebo! Could you come with me to the West Wing, please? You have the super-power to talk to any creature. As it happens, I do not speak Yeti. I’d like you to try to convince our 64,000 Yeti passengers to help fight off these intruders.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Ebo! Could you... try to convince our 64,000 Yeti passengers to help fight off these intruders?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
*Hordes of yeti file through Sereni-Tree, kazoos blaring!*
*The Evil Intruders drop all armaments in their haste to cover their ears. Moaning pitifully, the EI either cower or begin sprinting for an exit, any exit.*
*Too late for the EI in the clubhouse, as their last views were that of Jazaf's blade.*
Say, twg, I think we're allright,least for now. Gotta say though, you're looking a wee bit on the pale-ish side of white....
Oh.
*Painfully eases grip on twghand. This seems to have a positive effect on twgcomplexion.*
Oops. Things were getting kinda fearful there, for a bit.
Listen, trust me, yer on the tippity-top of my kidnappee A-list. Yes'm, that's for certain. 'Cept I've got this respect for the inevitable Spam wastage that would ensue when your "rescuers" barge into the scenario.
Hey, what's that over....
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